Chapter 1: One Month Earlier
A knock at his door roused the detective from his sleep, he opened his eyes and lowered his legs off his desk to see a shadow on the other side of his window.
"It's open," he said as he stood up straight in his chair, rubbing his eyes to remove any evidence of sleep.
"Master Hector?" said an elderly voice. Hector Caracalla lowered his hand see an elder halfling walk into this office.
"Conder? What are you doing here?" asked Hector as he stood up from behind his desk and embraced the halfling butler that had a huge hand in raising him.
"Your mother sent me to remind you that today's the dinner party and that you were invited. And I brought you some of your finer clothes." Conder turned around and reached into his wagon just outside the door and pulled out a parcel.
"Thank you Conder." responded Hector as he accepted the parcel. Conder quickly bowed, jumped back onto his wagon and took off down the street, Hector watched him turn the corner before heading back into his shop. He placed the parcel on his desk and opened it a bit, showing a grey tuxedo dress underneath, perfectly ironed, he smiled softly before rewrapping the parcel. Just then, there was another knock on the door behind him. Hector opened the door to see a beautiful woman standing in his doorway. "Caitlyn? What are you doing here?" The Sherrif of Piltover looked up at him, he noticed that she was carrying a small bundle of letters.
"Nothing much, I'm on break so I decided to bring you any cases that we thought you'd like to take a look at." At that, Hector's heart skipped a few beats and jumped up about ten at the same time, he had been in love with Caitlyn for years now but hasn't been able to confess to her because he's too shy about it and doesn't know if she'd return the feelings.
"Uh...yeah sure, come on in." he managed to stammer out, Caitlyn gave him a smile and pushed past him into the office, placing her hat on the desk and sitting in one of the two chairs in front of said desk. "Do you want anything to drink?" Caitlyn shook her head in the negative. "All right, what do you have for me?"
About a half hour later, they had gone through about ten of the twenty cases that the Wardens have decided to delegate to Hector, solving all ten of them with ease. "All right," said Caitlyn as she stood up and stretched, "I have to get back to the office, we'll get you your payments tomorrow." She turned and headed for the door.
"All right. Oh, by the way, Cait." Caitlyn stopped at hearing the childhood nickname he has for her.
"Yes?"
"Is your family going to my family's dinner party?" Caitlyn looked up at the ceiling in thought.
"Yes, we are, thanks for reminding me because I completely forgot about it."
"Same here, that is until Condor showed up and told me in person. Is Vi going?"
"I don't think so, parties aren't her thing you know." Hector let out a small laugh.
"Yeah, getting her into a dress is like trying to give a cat a bath." Caitlyn chuckled lightly.
"Well, I'll see you then." She then headed out into the city. Hector turned back and headed back to his desk and sat down. Some of the cases provided some new information on some topics, so he reached into several files inside his desk drawers and updated them with what he learned before spending the rest of the day taking case requests and half the payment down (unless they couldn't pay then he just chronicled their amount owed and told them that they could pay when they could). The cases were rather mundane, as they always were, consisting of the high society of Piltover's petty problems and minor scandals, to the point that they sometimes drive him insane.
At about six in the evening, Hector reached outside and flipped the sign on his door to the closed side and then headed upstairs to change. Slipping into his grey tuxedo dress, he checked himself in his mirror before heading out. Hector was a handsome young half-elf of 27. Stood about 5'11 and weighed about 165 lbs in excellent shape. He had dark hair that reached just below his ear lobes, tan skin, and deep blue eyes. He looked at his hand, the scar he received when designing his first gun with his brother was clearly visible, so he quietly went to his drawer and drew out a pair of gloves and slipped them on before heading out into the night towards the Caracalla family home.
AN:
Hector Caracalla: Half-Elf Lv 8 (Rouge 5-Inquisitive, Fighter 3-Gunslinger)
Str: 10 (Saving Throw-+0)
Dex: 19 (Saving Throw-+7, Acrobatics-+7, Slight of Hand-+7, Stealth-+7)
Con: 16 (Saving Throw-+3)
Int: 20 (Saving Throw-+8, History-+8, Investigation (Expertise)-+11)
Wis: 18 (Saving Throw-+4, Insight-+7, Perception (Expertise)-+10)
Cha: 17 (Saving Throw-+3, Persuasion-+6)